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The
little man
who
looked forward to the past
he
walked into the dream
We
darkened the room to see like him
blueblack
on a black rainy night
to
awake the dead
the
dead as the goal of living
the
living lost in the unknown past
child
borne sorrow we talked with him
He whispered into his ears
telling of
the
missing ones
ancestors
gone blank
blind
closed-eye-blind to the existence
of
what they have wrought
a
zipper undone, clothing ripped, passions torn
lashed/splashed/dashed
birth
unloaded into life
haunting
the living unknown
they wept in tears
Oh, if only I knew how to hold them in comfort
j.m.frase-white, dreamscape 7.23.2021
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